The Alpha's Alpha

Two

Valentino's POV

"Come on shithead! We are going to be late." My fraternal brother Vincent yelled from the living room of the pack house. I groaned in annoyance and finished getting dressed. 

I wasn't one to go all out when it came to clothes or really anything. I threw on a gray long-sleeve shirt and black jeans. Mama wished I dressed more like an Alpha, seeing as I would be taking over soon. But I disagree. Comfort over everything else.

"Valentine, seriously come on. Or I'm going to leave you." 

Vin slammed open my door and walked in with an attitude all over his face. I growled at that stupid nickname that he liked to call me. It pissed me off like no other.

We looked nothing alike. Other than our shared green eyes. I took my mother's features, but my dads' Italian roots. I had curly, moppy brain hair that was all over the place at the moment. I had big baby eyes and long lashes, that contrasted my strong jaw and nose. It was an odd combination. 

Vin had bright blonde hair, and it was as straight as any hair ever. He had a lot of softer features compared to mine. Which is odd, seeing as we are Italian. Vin was more on the leaner side, I on the other hand was more built and taller by a few inches. I was 6'1, he was 5'10.

"Okay, I'm ready. Let's go, damn." I grabbed my backpack and threw it on. We both ran down the stairs and headed to the front door.  

"Look at you, looking all buff." My sister, Victoria, teased as we basically ran past her.

"Bye, boys! Tino, behave!" Mama yelled out but we didn't stop.

Vin was a stickler about being on time, he was the complete opposite of me. He was punctual, charming, and smart. I on the other hand was not the best when it came to school, or the best when it came to being charming. 

I kept to myself most times, I had a temper. Quick to anger my mama likes to say. I don't know where it came from but it was there. Always lurking in the back of my mind. 

Neither of us had met our mates yet, but neither of us were really looking either. We had been 18 for about two months now, and neither of us had even gotten a whiff of them. But now that there were lycans around... it's best that we didn't. Both of us would be extremely aggressive in protecting our mates. 

I didn't agree with Dad asking them for help when it came to the rogues. We had one of the biggest packs in the world, we could hold our own. But he believes in reconciliation. There has been tension between lycans and werewolves for as long as I can remember. Lycans think they are better than us, but truly they weren't. They aren't as great as they think they are. 

My wolf, Zay growled slightly at the thought of running into a lycan at school. I'm sure many of them would be there, glaring down at us. Sitting on their high horses. 

Vin parked the car and I hopped out immediately and went to the doors. We were greeted with a bunch of 'hellos' from the other pack members as we walked in. I looked around and a giant smile covered my face as I saw my future beta and best friend Quinton walk towards me. 

"My, nig--" I cut him off before he could continue.

"Dude, how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? I'm not black." Quinton laughed at my exasperation. As he wrapped his arm around me.

"Yeah, but I am. So it's okay." He shrugged and had a smirk on his face as we both walked in.

"You're so annoying."

"You love it."

As we walked the halls, it already smelled different. It smelt of lycan. And they didn't smell good. Not at all.